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When Sam Winchester bought that box of chocolates to make something nice for Eileen, he never thought he'd witness such a spectacle.
It was true that since those two annoying love birds grown up men turned the bunker into a cheesy romance novel, hearts flew through the air like damn mosquitoes.
But it was okay, really. Sam preferred that than having to witness the eternal suffering and yearning eye fucking glances between them.
As Sam was wrapping a beautiful package he felt satisfactorily proud of, Destiel appeared out of nowhere. Dean stole a heart-shaped chocolate and looked at Castiel, as if the chocolate were him. Sam rolled his eyes and let out a sigh of resignation. But that wasn’t all; the corny scene didn’t end there. Because Dean took Castiel by the waist and pulled him closer.
"Seriously, Dean?" Sam asked, but Dean silenced him with a gesture of his hand. Sam squinted his eyes and thought of a million ways to get revenge.
"Hey, sweetheart, want some chocolate?" Dean asked, his voice deeper, obviously trying to mimic a telenovela heartthrob.
Chuckling softly, Castiel seemed to accept his role.
"Sure, Dean. Feed me," he said, and his dumb brother turned so red he looked like a tomato. He then froze. Castiel laughed even more, took the chocolate in his lips, and thus fed it to Dean too.
Sam’s open mouth was nearly dislocating his jaw.
"This is the last straw," Sam said, grabbing the package of chocolates and deciding to finish the gift in his room. "And you owe me a chocolate," he complained before leaving the embarrassing scene he never asked to witness.